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“Whoa, you can stop right there. Would you like to join me for a nightcap at my home? We can finish this little game there.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Rich. Given our current circumstances … I mean, unless, you don’t intend on offering me a position tomorrow?

“What did I tell you earlier, Brooke? Tonight we are old friends – reconnecting. We’ll worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. Tonight I want you tangled in my sheets. I’ve dreamt about you in my bed for the last ten years, and I’m not about to let you board that plane tomorrow without hearing you scream out my name tonight. Now, what do you say about that nightcap?” He spoke all of that without any uncertainty in his voice. Rich was telling me how tonight was going to play out with no ifs, no ands, or buts. I was not about to argue; this was exactly what I wanted, too.

Rich settled the bill and escorted me out of the restaurant before his hand came to a rest on the small of my back.

“You know, sweetheart, I’m glad I didn’t notice how short this dress of yours was before now. I’d have taken a swing at any guy, I thought was ogling that mighty fine ass of yours.”

Suddenly, I felt his hand move away before I felt it slide under my dress and squeeze the globe of my rear end. He led me to his car with his hand once again resting on my back, but just a pinch lower this time … When we made it to the car, I gasped at what I saw in front of me. I’m pretty sure it was the most spectacular car I had ever seen, let alone had the privilege to ride in.

“Holy shit you have a Maserati Granturismo? And, it’s red … and a convertible? Your car is fuckin’ hot with a capital H, Rich,” I exclaimed, as I stared in awe at the car.

“Yes, and we can even ride with the top down. One day we’ll have to ride with more than one top down. But, not tonight … too many people around here and I’m not sharing that view with anyone,” he laughed, as I rolled my eyes at his suggestion.

Rich opened the door for me and I slid into the most gorgeous car on the planet. Oh, and that fresh leather smell. Seriously, Rich didn’t even have my clothes off and I thought I could come from sitting in this car alone. Rich walked around the car, tossed his sport coat into the back seat and scooted into the driver’s seat before turning the key and revving the engine a few times.

“Show off,” I remarked.

“I can tell it’s turning you on, sweetheart. If I knew my car would get you so excited we could’ve skipped the fancy restaurant altogether and got fast food to eat in the Maserati. Maybe we could’ve made use of my backseat, too.”

With that suggestion, he lowered the roof and pulled out into traffic. He turned on the car’s sound system and it immediately began playing “Too Close” by Next. Suddenly, I broke into loud, hysterical laughter.

“You actually remember this?” I asked him.

“I told you earlier, I remember every moment that I ever spent with you, Brooke. They were all special to me. I always wished that things could have been different between us. It just wasn’t the right time for us, I suppose.”

I really didn’t know how to respond to him at that moment, so I just laid my head back to enjoy the starry night and the warm wind caressing my face.

“Oh, and baby … you are making it hard for me.”

I chuckled and rocked my head back and forth against the headrest.

The car slowed as Rich parked in front of, what I assumed to be, his apartment building. He let himself out of the car before coming around to open my door. He offered me his hand and I accepted it, as he helped me from the car.

The next thing I knew, my back was against the car and his lips were smashing into mine. I had dreamt of those soft lips and that cinnamon taste for what seemed like an eternity. He sucked on my bottom lip before parting my edges with a flick of his tongue. Rich moved closer into my front and I could tell that I really was making it “hard for him” as he had expressed with the song in the car. Our tongues danced together for several minutes, before I found myself panting for more.

“Not here, not yet, my little exhibitionist,” Rich protested. “I just couldn’t wait another second to feel your lips on mine. A decade was too damn long. And, sweetheart, it was everything I ever imagined it would be. Now let’s get you upstairs and out of that dress, shall we?”

With that I grabbed for Rich’s hand and he had me nearly sprinting to his apartment.

“Sweetheart, no offense, but those shoes are slowing you down,” he said with a smirk.

Before he was done talking, he placed his hands on my back and under my knees and scooped me into his arms. He, too, began sprinting toward his apartment building and through the wide, double-glass doors. I tried to take in as much of the luxurious lobby as my eyes would allow. It was magnificent, from the high, vaulted ceilings and executive leather furniture to an elegant, Swarovski crystal chandelier hanging from the highest peak.

“You … live … here?” I managed to choke out in absolute awe.

“Yep, this is home,” Rich said nonchalantly, as he continued to cradle me close to his solid chest.

“It’s magnificent, Rich. Really … amazing.”

“Thank you, Brooke, but not nearly as magnificent as you. Now let’s get us upstairs, shall we?”

I just nodded my head in agreement as he rushed us toward the elevator.

Once the elevator closed, he took advantage of our seclusion and parted my lips with his tongue once again. I could definitely get used to that taste …
Stop, Brooke, you cannot, repeat cannot, get used to that taste. This is for one night. Tomorrow, Rich will be your boss and only your boss.

Rich must have sensed my hesitation because he pulled away slowly and asked, “Are you all right, sweetheart. You just tensed up on me.”

“Yes, Rich, everything is more than fine. Perfect really, just perfect.”

He must have liked my answer because that Hollywood smile that I always adored, returned as his succulent lips engaged with mine once again. The elevator stopped on the top floor and Rich slid me down the length of his rigid body and led me out, firmly gripping my hand. He fumbled in his pocket with his free hand and removed his key to unlock the door to his penthouse. We made our way inside and Rich slammed the door, before we began making out against it, like horny teenagers. I suppose we were making up for over ten years worth of missed kisses.

“Unbelievable, Brooke. You taste so incredible. I can’t believe this is happening right now. I’m so glad you’ve walked back into my life, sweetheart – so fucking glad.”

“I know we were going to finish our game back here and I was going to let you do a little strip tease for me, but I can’t wait to get you naked,” he added, with his breath against my ear.

Rich wrapped his arms behind me and I felt him slowly unzip the back of my dress. He placed his hands on my shoulders and lowered the scoop neck of my dress, before extending both of my arms out to remove them from the sleeves. He slowly lowered the top half of my dress and when my bra came into view, I swear I heard a growl escape from his mouth.

“Absolute perfection,” he mumbled again.

Once Rich had lowered the dress to my waist, he let go and it fell to the floor and bunched at my ankles. He stepped back and I watched his blue eyes take me in completely. Watching him watch me might have been the sexiest sight I had ever witnessed.

Rich took my hand in his once again and pulled it up to his lips for a gentle kiss, before leading me forward. I stepped out of my dress and followed him in the direction of what, I presumed to be, his bedroom. A surge of excitement ran through my body. This was it … after all this time, this was finally happening.

I tried to hold back my nervous anticipation, but Rich was suddenly so close that my mind began to unravel. In this moment, I needed him and I needed him now. Rich pulled me into an embrace and walked me backwards until I felt the back of my knees touch his mattress. Before he had the chance to tip me backwards, I grabbed his broad shoulders, still covered in his crisp, white dress shirt, and pulled him into my body for another kiss. This time I took control and passionately parted his lips. As our mouths intertwined, I tore open his shirt and heard buttons clank as they hit the floor one by one. He pulled away and his shirt fell to the ground.

It was now my turn to take in the man that stood before me. His chiseled abdomen was everything I imagined it to be. His perfectly sculpted six pack led right down to that mouth-watering V on his hips. I wanted to use my tongue to trace the light line of hair near the bottom of his stomach that led to just below his belt. I caught myself whimpering as Rich came back forward. This time I didn’t have his shirt to grab onto, as he lightly pushed me backwards onto the bed.

“Although these are lovely, sweetheart, they both need to go now,” Rich said as he removed my bra with one hand and the other hand moved south to begin sliding my panties down my legs. “Oh, but those shoes … those shoes can stay. Fuck … you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.”

His words made me purr. I actually purred. The sounds coming from my throat told Rich to take me. Never hesitating, his mouth drifted south to my breasts. He took one in his mouth and slowly sucked before lightly biting down on my nipple. His other hand palmed the other and squeezed my sensitive bud between his fingers. He switched back and forth between both breasts for several minutes.

“We’ve waited for this for so long, Brooke. I want to make sure I pleasure you properly. I want to take all night pleasuring this beautiful body of yours. I want this image of you unraveling in my bed, ingrained in my mind for the rest of my life.”

Rich’s hands and mouth hadn’t moved south of my breasts, but I was convinced at that moment I could come with that pleasure and his seductive words alone. Rich could tell I was about to fall over the cliff, as my body squirmed beneath him.

“You are so hot, sweetheart. I’m going to make you come. Concentrate for me, Brooke. Let yourself go.”

I did as I was told and I put every thought into Rich and how his hands and mouth were pleasuring my sensitive and fully erect nipples. I wasn’t sure if it was humanly possible to achieve orgasm through breast stimulation alone. Before I could think too much more about it, I felt my body quiver and my pussy spasm. I called out Rich’s name in pure, ecstatic pleasure as my body jerked from the bed. I felt Rich’s slacks rub against my legs, as my body lunged up in his direction.

“Rich … Rich, you need to drop your damn pants and fuck me now.”

“You’re a demanding little minx, aren’t you?”

I sat up in the bed and rested my weight on my elbows and watched Rich as he unbuckled his belt and slid down his dress pants. I licked my lips before whispering in my most seductive voice, “Let me do the rest … please.”

Rich got on his knees and crawled toward me. I sat up completely and reached out to touch his rock-hard abs. He looked at me with hooded eyes, before pulling me in closer for another kiss.

I moved my hands all the way down his body until I reached the waist of his boxer briefs. I lowered the elastic band just enough for his hard cock to spring free. My hands could feel his wide girth and I could see his that tip was already slick. Scooting forward and wrapping my legs around his kneeling body, I could feel the heat of his cock near my entrance.

“Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”

I just stared at him, unable to find my words.

“Playing coy now are you? Come closer. Whisper it in my ear.”

I moved closer to Rich and blew lightly in his ear before whispering, “Please Rich, I’m so ready for you.”

That was all Rich needed to hear before he straightened himself and removed his boxer briefs. Reaching over to his nightstand and pulling a foil-wrapped condom from the drawer, he unwrapped it and carefully slid it onto himself. He then gently pushed me back on the bed and lowered himself on top of me, resting his weight on his forearms. He suddenly plunged into me and I yelped out at his sudden entrance. I wiggled slightly beneath him in order to fully open myself to his size.

“Are you all right, sweetheart?”

“I’m great, Rich. In fact, I’ve never felt better,” I moaned.

Rich began to pick up speed, jerking himself in and out of me. I could tell by his breathing that he was getting close to his own release.

“Touch yourself for me, Brooke. Take your finger and rub your clit for me.”

I did as Rich asked, bringing two fingers to my clit and rubbing the sensitive nub in a circular motion, as he continued to slam his hard cock into my wet, slippery pussy.

“You are so amazing. So fuckin’ amazing. I don’t know how I could’ve waited for this for ten years. I know I’m never going to wait again,” Rich gasped.

I could tell by the look in his eyes that he meant every word of it. Rich wasn’t going to wait for me again. I couldn’t think about any of that right now … Right now I just wanted to find another release with this man. I wanted to come together with him.

I continued to rub my clit, and Rich angled his body so he was able to bring his mouth to my tits once again. The simultaneous pleasure sent me over the edge, and I began to writhe beneath him. My walls began to tighten and spasm around his girth and I felt him pump into me twice more, before he groaned and let go of his own release.